Gifted Touch
Saturday morning dawned clear and crisp. Hermione sat up in bed and stretched her arms out wide, welcoming the glorious morning. The weather hadn't been so nice since July, it now being August. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood and sniffed, trying to decide whether the wonderful smell coming from the kitchen was waffles or pancakes. She shrugged. Either way breakfast would be fantastic she knew. Still in her pajamas, Hermione trundled down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Pancakes or waffles?" she asked hungrily. "Today is your lucky day 'Mione. Both." Hermione looked at him. "I could kiss you right now you know." "Don't mind if I do." Harry chortled and gave her a good morning kiss on the cheek. "Here you go. Eat up. You have a big day today." Hermione stared at him quizzically. "I do?" Harry gently rapped his knuckles against Hermione's skull. "Hello? Anybody home? I do believe you have a date with Draco tonight." As soon as he said this Hermione jumped up and ran for the stairs. "Where are you going?" Harry yelled up the stairs after her. The muffled reply was, "I have to start getting ready." Harry just shook his head and put breakfast in the refrigerator to be eaten later while simultaneously mumbling to himself, "Women."
~ * ~
"Hermione! Won't you at least come down for lunch?" Harry yelled up the stairs, as he had been doing every fifteen minutes since 11:30 that morning. "But Hermes, you're going to need your strength for tonight." He chuckled as he heard her reply as she stomped down the stairs. "You sick and perverted person," she said, waggling her finger at him, "How dare you imply that I would do such a thing on the first date," she left off as she caught sight of his laughing face. "And just what is so funny?" "Harry continued to laugh as he answered. "You. How else was I supposed to get you down here to eat something." She just stood there, staring at him in an unbelieving manner. " I can't eat Harry. I'm too nervous. If I eat now the butterflies in my stomach will just toss it all back out again." She leaned her forehead against his chest. "What if he changes his mind and decides he doesn't like me?" she whispered. Harry took her by the shoulders and bent down so that he was facing her eye-to-eye. "Hermione. Hermione, look at me." She lifted her downcast eyes to meet his. "You are a fantastic person. You're fun to be around, loving, caring, and passionate. Why wouldn't he like you?" Her sad reply was, "I'm not very funny." Harry grinned wryly. "No, not usually but you have your moments." Offended, she looked up and noticed his smiling eyes once again. She smiled at him. "Thank you Harry." She looked down at her watch. "Oh my gosh! It's already 3:30. That only gives me four and a half hours to get ready and I'm still in my pajamas!" For the third time that day she dashed frantically back up the stairs to get ready.
Saturday morning dawned clear and crisp. Hermione sat up in bed and stretched her arms out wide, welcoming the glorious morning. The weather hadn't been so nice since July, it now being August. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood and sniffed, trying to decide whether the wonderful smell coming from the kitchen was waffles or pancakes. She shrugged. Either way breakfast would be fantastic she knew. Still in her pajamas, Hermione trundled down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Pancakes or waffles?" she asked hungrily. "Today is your lucky day 'Mione. Both." Hermione looked at him. "I could kiss you right now you know." "Don't mind if I do." Harry chortled and gave her a good morning kiss on the cheek. "Here you go. Eat up. You have a big day today." Hermione stared at him quizzically. "I do?" Harry gently rapped his knuckles against Hermione's skull. "Hello? Anybody home? I do believe you have a date with Draco tonight." As soon as he said this Hermione jumped up and ran for the stairs. "Where are you going?" Harry yelled up the stairs after her. The muffled reply was, "I have to start getting ready." Harry just shook his head and put breakfast in the refrigerator to be eaten later while simultaneously mumbling to himself, "Women."
~ * ~
"Hermione! Won't you at least come down for lunch?" Harry yelled up the stairs, as he had been doing every fifteen minutes since 11:30 that morning. "But Hermes, you're going to need your strength for tonight." He chuckled as he heard her reply as she stomped down the stairs. "You sick and perverted person," she said, waggling her finger at him, "How dare you imply that I would do such a thing on the first date," she left off as she caught sight of his laughing face. "And just what is so funny?" "Harry continued to laugh as he answered. "You. How else was I supposed to get you down here to eat something." She just stood there, staring at him in an unbelieving manner. " I can't eat Harry. I'm too nervous. If I eat now the butterflies in my stomach will just toss it all back out again." She leaned her forehead against his chest. "What if he changes his mind and decides he doesn't like me?" she whispered. Harry took her by the shoulders and bent down so that he was facing her eye-to-eye. "Hermione. Hermione, look at me." She lifted her downcast eyes to meet his. "You are a fantastic person. You're fun to be around, loving, caring, and passionate. Why wouldn't he like you?" Her sad reply was, "I'm not very funny." Harry grinned wryly. "No, not usually but you have your moments." Offended, she looked up and noticed his smiling eyes once again. She smiled at him. "Thank you Harry." She looked down at her watch. "Oh my gosh! It's already 3:30. That only gives me four and a half hours to get ready and I'm still in my pajamas!" For the third time that day she dashed frantically back up the stairs to get ready.